no mistakes
no magic potions
no amount of stirring
no blog
written rewritten a thousand
times
i would die for your daughter!
a thousand bread crumbs for that aaron
one for the homies
before the future past meal
pulled out of the nearly empty fridge
a thousands swords in your honor!
a thousand breaths for your friend
friendship in the graveyard
counting the karma in your soil
his karma was too heavy
so it pulled the rope
i once burned a bra
he had asked me to hide
i tried to burn his karma
and it did not work
it multiplied in the air
she shook her hair so hard it all fell out
shook it so hard she lost her earrings her bra her grey denim skirt
hanging gently on her nearly gone hips
slipping
filling filing
unraveling into
a single node of
non-space
a single point
non-existent in its definition
node
nudge
bump in the road
is that what i do?
is that my energy?
a bump in the road?
a detour?
a happy accident?
a side-quest?
a prick on your finger that tells you
that tells you
that tells you shush
say my name three times and i will teach you how to spin gold out of straw
spin inwards excrement into gold
unravel plans
memorize this one
inescapable moment in time
that is literally nothing
shaped like something
tastes like rich wet dirt.
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